Don’t let the dark clouds concern you

There may be no port to return to

There’s a vicious wind neath the callous skies tonight

We’re sailing this ship til it crashes

Till all of the wine tastes of ashes

But don’t worry love everything’s gonna be alright

Beneath the muddy mire of heaven

With a burned-out railroad frown

One ear to the graveyard

And the other to the town

We spent the nights like pennies

With all the lost dreams we gave

Cradling a sleepless butcher

With one foot in the grave

Don’t let the dark clouds concern you

There may be no port to return to

There’s a vicious wind neath the callous skies tonight

We’re sailing this ship til it crashes

Till all of the wine tastes of ashes

But don’t worry love everything’s gonna be alright

I saw her down on Frenchman Street

Crying baby don’t you leave me here

He stood tall in his uniform

With his blue eyes filled with tears

Is it horses to water or lambs to the slaughter

When will the cold madness cease

And who among you can tell me the difference

Between the butcher and the beast